I lived a life marked by crime, always on high alert because of my family's infamous past with the Richardson Gang, known throughout Great Britain. They had more than 100 members, many of them in the quiet village of Hilderstone, until their unfortunate end. After I became an orphan at the age of seven, my life took a rough turn when I turned 18. I was homeless for four long years. Later, I joined the Sherborne Gang, which operated from the Sherborne flats. I spent four years with them, and then I decided to move to Bristol. But my life took a dark turn one fateful day during a robbery, resulting in a tragic accident that took a woman's life. Haunted by this terrible event, I fled to the lawless north and sought refuge in the wilds of Kielder Forest. However, my peace was short-lived as I encountered the menacing MacKenzie gang. It became clear to me that tranquilly would forever elude me.